Hello all and welcome to another "The Loud House" fan fiction. I hope you enjoy it and feel compelled to continue reading as the story continues.
*The Loud House is owned by Nickelodeon.
* The Sin Kids are owned by their various creators.
* I do not claim ownership of any of them.
Warning: Please make sure to read the warnings on the first page so as to not be disappointed.
Chapter 3: There's a Ghost on My Bed
AHHHHH! Loan screamed in terror at the ghostly child size visage sitting on the bed. "Ghost!" She screeched. Years of playing and watching horror games and movies had left Loan with a very overactive imagination.
"Shh. Keep your voice down." They whispered placing a finger in front of their mouth. "You're in grave danger."
"W-warn me?" Loan asked slowly backing up against the bedroom door. Her full weight easily pressed the door shut, trapping her in the room with the pale being sitting on "her" bed.
The figure nodded. "I am the ghost of his victim, and if you do not escape you too shall end up like me." It said reaching out towards her.
BAM! a hollow bashing noise emanated from behind the door.
The loud noise coupled with the ghostly figure in front of her was enough to send Loan sliding down the back of the door onto the floor. Her body now acting like a sort of dead weigh doorstop.
"Lupa! I can hear you in there! Stop scaring your cousin!" Lincoln yelled from the other side as he tried forcing the door open.
"C-cousin?" Loan squeaked as she took a paper bag out of her pocket.
"Guilty." The girl answered boredly as she opened a can of soda. "So you're Uncle Lincoln's "new" kid, huh?" She might as well try small talk now that her fun was ruined.
"I-I-I-" She began to stutter as Lincoln finally managed to push open the door.
"Finally!" Lincoln grunted in annoyance as he looked down at the blonde cowering behind the door. "You couldn't move?" He asked not even waiting for an answer before turning his attention to the other occupant. "And you! You're getting crumbs all over the bed!" He scolded. "And more importantly, how do you keep getting in?"
"You gave me a key." She said in a matter-of-fact way while stuffing a handful of spicy crisps into her mouth.
Lincoln's left eye started twitching wildly. "I did no such thing." He said picking up discarded food wrappers and soda cans as he made his way over to her.
"Well, you left the spare key lying out in the open. So, same thing." Lupa shrugged as she tossed a chocolate wrapper at the top of Lincoln's head like it was a basketball. "Hah, score."
"I want it back." The white haired man said looming over her with arms full of trash.
"Uh-huh, and I wanted a pony for my fifth birthday. Funny how often we don't get the things we want." Lupa smirked up at her fuming uncle.
Loan quietly sat watching the odd back-and-forth taking place between her father and newly discovered cousin. It was weird how eerily alike the two of them looked. People often told Loan she looked just like her mother, but Lupa, this girl she'd only just met, looked almost exactly like her father. Still, the thing that hit her hardest was the strange father-daughter dynamic the two had.
"Oh, by the way, you're out of food." Lupa said downing the last few crumbs of crisps.
It was late one stormy afternoon when a drenched nine year old girl with white hair and freckle covered cheeks stood in front of Lincoln's apartment. "My name's Lupa. I'm Lucy's daughter. You're my uncle." She said looking up at him.
The man gave her an emotionless stare. "OK."
The soaking girl rubbed her arms in an attempt to get warm. "She really-"
"I don't care." He cut her off.
"Oh…" The little girl said looking down at puddle forming at her feet. "Well… do you have candy?"
"Damn it, Lupa. Did you eat all my food again?" Lincoln groaned as the three left the bedroom. This sort of thing happened far too often. "I'm not a food bank. Go eat your parent's food."
The white haired girl waved him off. "Nah, our food sucks. It's all healthy crap." According to Lupa their house had become very health conscious after her father was diagnosed with diabetes. Apparently it ran in his family.
"Go home." Lincoln said heading to the kitchen to check the fridge's contents.
"Wait until you meet his other kids." Lupa said tilting a photo on the wall. The photo was of a slightly younger Lincoln standing next to a woman with tan skin and a devious smile. "You'll love them."
"Lupa, go the hell home!" A very annoyed Lincoln yelled.
"Love you too, Uncle Lincoln!" Lupa shouted towards the kitchen. "Later, cuz." She said giving Loan a quick finger gun on her way out.
'Other… kids?' She had siblings?
There you go.
And in case you were wondering, in this fan fiction Lupa is not Lincoln's daughter.
Till next time, take care and stay safe.